Monday, December 18, 2017

This is not me, but I know I am there
With similar wants and needs
I am there every day
Which ever context the terrain manifests
I control my knowing of good fortune and my acknowledgement of existence

There will only ever be now
Put your best thought forward
Let it enrich your presence
Be your endeavor
Make meaning

Make your own history to strive forward
Understand and plan yesterday's circumstances
Make the already a given
What was then the past, will be the fabrication of now
Put aside the fragrant whispers, the promises of new
Your game is determined by your placement
Your unique contribution is determined by this context
Your now is your past in disguise
Forever borrowing, the language of sense making is reliant on yesterday's understanding
What is done today was created yesterday and will determine tomorrow

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Intelligent Systems: Future looks Backwards

That is a lie Sir
In this house of fear, your law does not abide
No questions are asked, no answers are given
Manifested understanding is the transaction premise
Where continuous ceremony induces parallel reality
You cannot enter softened by law
Where to shared misery and stealth is suffice
When shared fear empowers control
How we are at each other's back, ready to attack, ready to fear

My church is disciplined to our vision
Our constitution, our order, our prodigy, our marvelousness
In our concoction of stench, mayhem is regulated
And within, the sweet scent of exclusivity and the noise and the symbols of power we feed on each other
We in brotherhood are unabandoned
We are self-devoted to our purpose
I as we
What is to be achieved will be gained
Sir, you have no jurisdiction in this domain

You may enter under house rules
You may enter under nomination
You may enter under association
And whilst you hang on, our blades do we sharpen
And in your participation shall you make sacrifice

Spend your time in hiding
Run from post to post
Your cleverness will not outlast my wrath
Sell and seek cover
Lie and fabricate a new life
What is yours I can take away
Our destiny is now in my control
There is no safe harbour in this line you have drawn
Immersed and kissed

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Like the god industry, our failure is in our image making
Recruitment to our image has been our detriment
Our cultural enterprise is lost in its image
We have fallen into our own reflection
And we will eventually drown in this manifestation
Without encouraging dissent our story won't end well

In this event of self-normalisation
Unconscious bias flourishes.
Legacies gain strength
Bags become heavier
Until it is only what we believe is what we see

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Share a moment with me as this night falls
There is no happy ever after, just don't buy into it
Media repetition is controlling your normalization
Consumption and fearing
Your once chance has become a placement within a detention center
And in this confined space you are incited to consume and fear
Where in debt to charity you have no choice to walk away
An accepted loss of ownership claimed by proprietary voice
Belief has been organized
To profit from disenchantment
To dis-empower collective disbelief

Don't let your children follow you
A dead-end concludes this dead path
Profit follows you like a Komodo dragon
It follows your foul scent when excreted through loss of expectation
As you throw out virtue to make space to amass junk
The bite will force a question
Amputation or Death
But only you can recognize choice
As alone a decision can be acted

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Empty Patch in the Sky#SpaceScienceNASA/ESA +Hubble Space TelescopeAm I driving myself backwards or am I falling myself forwardsMy face feels ripped by the speed of contradictionThis feels quite normal - doom, destruction, power, explosion, and driftIn with a chance but blown away by the spectacularLike riding a rocking horseEasy to move but never getting anywhereAm I right to waste this energyMy loss or societalThis fog is temperamental I cannot get an exact answerI cannot deductThe holes in my space keeps opening and closingToo fast to respond I am never there, never in the right position Forever thinking post-event but never in-eventLooking for hints, clutching at nothingnessWhat is visible and what is behind that I cannot seeI'll cry like a baby and then suddenly stopCry stop cry stop never to look back in-fear In-fear of fearWhere am I in this formation?Did I contribute to this empty patch?Is that really me?Did you see me glow?Or is it me hidden behind the darkness?

Are you able to predict your condition?
Are you able to restore your own behaviour?
Are you the property owner of your oneself?
Are you the object of your environment?
Are you the inhabitant of your condition?
Are you in control of your laboratory?

Stand within your problem.
Orientate to recognise your placed within this transient realm.
And in preparation of once gone, prepare your spectre.

Are your spectre's windows transparent?
Are your ceilings high and blue?
Do your doors open and close?
Are your partitions understood?
Are your secrets defensible?
Were you in cognitive control?

Sunday, October 22, 2017

If I was to design a cityIt would be based on palm frondsFolding, sweeping, bending and contorting to landformBranching and networking in organic and rhythmic juxtapositionsInterconnection and transposing within changing directionsAllowing for air flowAllowing for negative spaceAllowing for intertwinementThe grid buried beneath, as an ancient relic

Sunday, October 15, 2017

There are multiple reference points
There are multiple perspectives
I am on the ladder
I am against the ceiling
I am standing in authority
I am not sitting with her
I am not with her
I must continually juxtapose

Within this disorientation, the arrangement is seemingly orderly
The painter, the authoritative who cannot decide
The seated lost within time and place
The pawn as the egg waiting on removal
Should I be more concerned with the flowers precarious standing on edge
Or the sense of a contained cell-like melancholy
A draughtsman at loss with the within presence

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Death Note Shinigami Ryuk

From above
Watching, casting and preying
Crossing boundaries of belief
Interpretations of self, questioning justice, making profound decisions
Buried deep within, a want to make meaningful action
Lost in transversed boredom
Lost within duty
There is no care whilst self seeking empathy
Accepting the forbidden to forsake folly, deceit and corruption
This game is deception
In this game temptation is formed by opportunity and the seeking of help
The partnership of do good and the intent
Place, situation and delusion

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Was there was a way to resolve?
Before the slaughter began
If there was a to reconcile?
The living would have fewer martyrs?

Why are the decisions of the few never questioned and made accountable?
And, is it more important to believe than to know?

This base position of recklessness determines a lasting continuum of falling from, hiding from, excusing and reevaluating known-ness

So the machine keeps propagating
The fallen gave their's so we can have ours
With full adoration and support from the populace
Who have never known to over think
With keeping it simple stupid flattening progressive analysis
Questioning has become demonstratively disrespectful
The most palatable deceptions are those that are thin and moral.
Mantras of nonsense

The predetermined dead fall as expected To reconcile worthlessness the predetermined dead are held up in esteem
Our authoritative must build this destination
Our authoritative must not self-doubt in hopeless realization
Our authoritative must enter war behind a shield of valor

Death is for the inherent victor to celebrate
And through the making of rational stories
To pathway unleashed grieving to grieving of high regard
Where high regard is steeled by righteousness
Where righteousness can be grafted to the living self
The self as the embodiment of virtue, purpose, and determination.
To be absolved from murderous activity

It is in the nation's endeavor to build symbols of high regard
For the living to hide behind
To build a rich and exulted heritage.
Us who are the righteous.
We as one basking in pride and unquestioned freedom from guilt
The predetermined dead sacrificed to profit the living as in-one as in-holiness

This is the way of the fallen
This is the way of the fallen's people
The bestowed is dead
Dead and ignorant of knowing
The living is dead
Living dead and living ignorant
Behind decorated shields of ceremony, we are symbols of virtue
We the magnificent are secured within unity
To shield our eyes away from the decisions of the few
To closing the door on wasteful killing
We refuse to question our absurd positioning.
This being
This associated identity
These acts of selflessness

Monday, October 2, 2017

What has been visioned as a cleanly planned future.With all boxes ticked.Harmonious with nature, functional and efficient.The promises that life is good.Living the advertisement.Park your car under a tree and shop.

Sunday, October 1, 2017

At its height (1922), the British Empire governed a fifth of the world’s population and a quarter of the world’s total land area. In general and in the main the British public are proud of their country’s role in colonialism and the British Empire.

http://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/British_Empire

In 1899 Alfred Russel Wallace referred to colony people as subject races and British colony management as a strange mixture of good and evil. Evil being the man-made famines, slave trading, ethnic cleansing and day-to-day violence of empire.

Now that the evil has been forgotten (scratched out), the colonial era is viewed as the long-lost empire. YouGov found 44 percent were proud of Britain’s history of colonialism. It is obvious to me that British education system needs to include Britain's imperial brutality to shift this misunderstanding.

This pride of greatness is a fantasy built on a history of propaganda. And through schooling and popular culture, it has become a deeply held mindset. This pride manifests within public speeches and attitudes by government leaders. The most recent occurring in Myanmar.

Myanmar was ruled with an iron fist from the early 19th century until World War II, by the insatiable machine - the British Empire. Britain colonized Myanmar from 1824 to 1948 and fought three wars in the 19th century, suppressing widespread resistance. And in the minds of today's British, Myanmar is still irrevocably attached to the bard of the British Empire, as described by Rudyard Kipling. This complex mindset of fact and fantasy, realism and romance, in the British imagination of its heritage and of greatness and superiority.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

MY FAVORITE IMAGE OF THE WEEK

I can see the treasure of myths circulating between godliness and normalityBreaking through the walls of todayReminding those of us trapped in the haste of work and processThere is a time within nothing matters, that where imagination reignsBringing forth and into light, transience and wonderIf only I could have been there to see flight and fight and experience the tearing of perceptual fabric

Sunday, August 13, 2017

The Tide Formed My PoolWhen the tide wash in from billions of kilometers away.I found myself tossed within the mirth.And within this stirred up sentiment.In the rubbish and the forgotten.I became my new reality.The one of prosperity and real economic growth.As best described by the social commentators of the day.Despite the widening gap that separates the haves and have nots. And the separatists and the terrorists.And the defenders of old orders and wants of youth.And the arguments that form the threats of war My new found contentment places me.Within the data of acceptable trends.Within what is normal for my age.My gender.My genetical heritage.

Then as forecasted, the tide seeped out.And so began the new realities and our new stories that had to be acquired.Just look at me, as I shine under the cyclical moonlight.As now in true fullness, I bloom and reflect calm beauty.In stillness and patience, I make little comment.I shingle and sparkle in my owned bubbly pond.The rocks, concrete, coral, shells, and plants decorate my boundaries.I splash, wallow and dart in the confines of my fortress.Under the canopy of stars.Of the milky way.Of the cosmos.Of this wondrous existence.Make no mistake, I will defend any threats that question my existence.

And as though in sickness I still continue to want and consumption.I am insular and demanding.I am forever hungry.I have been nurtured to this right.It is deep in my soul that I act out my exterior avatar.I know that my reality is translucent and fragile.No matter what reinforcement I shape. It has been through hard work and determination that this pleasure became mine.It is not in my sense of being to reach deeper into myself.I refuse to self-doubt, my time.I have other who do that.Those who charge themselves to represent me.They take the opportunity to discover my part of their within.They are paid well.As a pack of interconnected zealots, they quarrel to influence my approval. But I refuse to approve as I am too busy tendering to myself.It's just that I want to experience the moments of conscious existence.As would a stone, a twig, or leaf touched by night light.Make the noise to seek my attention.But I am not listening when I'm feeling rewarded.

Monday, August 7, 2017

Hole in the Wall: Pool Time
I wanted to fly to another planet, but I first built this swimming pool.
My dreams just started getting away from me, and then I let them go.

In the heat of the day, I plunge into my pool.
My refreshing water.
I own it. I work for it.
When I'm tired of my thoughts I submerge into it.
When I'm confused and in panic, I fall gently into it.
I emerge feeling invigorated and comforted.
Continuation seems so easy once and only after submerging in my cool clear water.

My dreams to transform my life never eventuated.
I knew it once, when I was promised myself to achieve.
I could aspire.
You never fail when you attempt to chase.

Somewhere I needed to reconcile between the obtainable haves and impossible wants.
Have I succumbed to failed by fabricating my mediocrity prison of pleasure?
Am I floating in falsehood
Am I wallowing in water of hindrance?
I built and tender to this my own 3-meter submersion of comfort.

In my moment before death, will my pool be there in easy memory?
Will it be replaced by morphine?
Will regrets of attainment hound me?.
Will I feel satisfied?
Will I discover what I was born for?

Whilst under water nothing eventuates.
I feel released.
Whilst under water the world passes me by.
I can just watch.
I feel contented.
I am no longer the wonder.
I am just here wanting to feel good.
In happiness for the now and in happiness for the tomorrow.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Hole in the Wall: Moon over Desert

Within solitude, there is self-beauty to be discovered.
Engage silence and dismiss the want to share.
And dismiss the necessity to be liked.
And love the abstract of your abyss.
Be satisfied by the soiling and scratching of time.
Whilst crawling and scampering throughout.
The same mistakes.
The same divisions.
The same crisis.

When secrets have long passed their importance.
And the desert sea shimmers under full moon.
Recognise that glorious intent is cyclical.
Without thought and without hoopla grasp this intent.
Without the need.
Without the seeing.

What is fully understood is quickly dismissed.
Your story has the greater impact.
Your synthesis of fact diminishes being.

Nothing will hurt you in your solitude.
Within cyclic patterns enable the time to feel your situation.
What is in determinism.

As an insect in forrige.
And thankful for the ambient light.
The casting your domain is difficult to define.
Let in the universe.
The stars, the planets, the reflected matter.
Shimmer and reflect your unspoken meaning.
Rejoice your memories, your shadows, loss and sense of being.
Move in cycles rather than from left to right, and back and forward.
Rather than in linear action.